Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 14

Elise

I don’t understand my body, when I kissed Elizabeth, it was like I couldn’t stop. I didn’t care that my knees were physically giving out, it was like she was a poison I couldn’t get enough of. All I wanted to do was continue but my body just said no.

So when she moved us to laying down, I couldn’t help but curl up into her and finally feel the warmth of her body, I had been craving this whole week.

However when we were being playful, like tickling and joking as if we had been friends for years, something inside me just felt off and reminded me of the old menacing voice that would dissuade sleep from me.

It also reminded me that we weren’t friends, that I have no control over anything that I do anymore, I can’t even go outside to have fresh air.

It was all too confusing for me, my body was reacting so strangely to her and my mind was telling me to stay away from her as long as I had to stay here, and her anger and persistence to get me to talk wasn’t helping.

She looked genuinely angry that I didn’t tell her, but unlike all the other times, she just left and didn’t take it out on me.

Currently I was strolling through the long corridors of her mansion, thinking this all over but also somehow wanting to go find Elizabeth to talk this through even if she would be angry at me for not being able to talk about it before.

I was passing the front door in my third lap of the bottom floor, when there was a loud bang from next to me that shocked me into stumbling and falling away from the noise.

“Davids,” yelled a very distinctively angry male voice as an overweight middle aged man entered through the locked door. “Where is Lauren Davids?”

“W-who?” I stuttered, trying to crawl away from him as he stomped towards me.

“Davids, Lauren Davids, the owner of this house.”

My body begins to panic as his hands grab my shoulders and push me against the nearest wall.

“I-I d-don’t know where she is,” I husked out as tears rolled down my cheeks from the force that he used to push me against the wall.

“You are going to tell me,” he yells in my face and catches my throat between his hands.

A scream fills my ears, but is soon cut off by a garbled noise. I feel the grip around my neck tighten and the floor falls from beneath my feet.

My arms flail in vain as they try to fight off his strong grip. The blood rushes to my face and my eyes feel like they're trying to bulge from their sockets from the pound that has taken over my brain. I squeeze them shut hoping that it would relieve some of the pressure pushing on them.